Mama
A sword of ice stabbed my chest
My nails blackened, my nose bled.
They’re chasing me, wanting to devour my wholeness.
Until a gentle arm pulled me up.
Mama!
Then I felt heaven.
Her face, her eyes, her smile, her breath.
Everything of her is a therapy—
Fragrance of roses, soothing massage, beautiful music.
Mama, let me hug you so tight so that the coldness wouldn’t come back.
Mama, let me kiss you so that heavens would stay.
Mama, hear my wounded heart saying I love you.
Mama, I love you more than very much.
(An entrant into a Regional Press Conference back in college days. Adjudged 2nd Place.)
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